Wilson: A wise man once said, "Every job has one thing in common. It has to be done and it has to be done well."
Jill: Well, that's kinda nice.
Tim: Who said that?
Wilson: You did.
Tim: [grunts] I used to be a pretty smart fella.

Jill: What is it with men, Wilson? You know, they'll spend hours on an engine, putting up a satellite dish, but they won't take five minutes and fix a simple little doorknob.
Wilson: Well, Jill, I find your question astute and sagacious.
Tim: Give it to her, Wilson.
Jill: That's a compliment, Tim.
Wilson: See, Jill, historically, men have been drawn to the jobs that bring them attention and glory, like discovering new lands or winning wars. Women, however, have been expected to work quietly and steadily to maintain the home.
Jill: But that's a long time ago, Wilson. I mean, times are changing. Women are working, men are staying at home, both are working. Roles are reversing.
Wilson: Trenchant and perspicacious.
Tim: Now, that can't possibly be a compliment.
Wilson: I'm afraid so, Tim.
Tim: Oh, you did it to me again.

Tim: Brad and I regapped the plugs, fixed the ignition. I'm ready to start the engine. [clears throat]
Jill: What's the matter, honey? Aren't you gonna start it?
Tim: I got goose bumps.
Jill: You want me to start it?
Tim: No, no, no. I just want to savor the moment. You know, this idea started in my head, and piece by piece, the parts started to roll in.
Jill: For the engine or your head?
Tim: No, no, no. Carburetors, from Cleveland. Yeah. Fuel pump, Tulsa. Distributor, Akron. Crankshaft, somewhere in...
Jill: Tim. Start the car.
Tim: So much for savoring the moment with my loved ones. It's time to bring the sleeping beast to life.